Some things will never,
Be quite the same,
After being part of,
Your most memorable days,
Like the park where you first rode,
Your two-wheel bike,
The dark, big-buttoned skirt,
Of that girl you like,
The look on your mom's face,
The first time she told you the news.
Good, dire and those things,
That will forever imbue,
Your perspective on things,
Like what you're capable of,
If given total freedom,
And unconditional love.
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